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Lost Love

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I play my sweet old airs -         The airs he knew         When our love was true -         But he does not balk         His determined walk,     And passes up the stairs.     I sing my songs once more,         And presently hear         His footstep near         As if it would stay;         But he goes his way,     And shuts a distant door.     So I wait for another morn         And another night         In this soul-sick blight;         And I wonder much         As I sit, why such     A woman as I was born!

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